Let's Talk About Protagonists!

Okay, so I had this rant on my mind for some time and I finally decided that I will give in and talk about it. When I first started my blog I wrote about different elements that make up a story. However, I never stated the status of what characters are in a story. My mistake was that I kept repeating "main character" when I should have put protagonist.

If you don't know what a protagonist is here's your answer! They are the one the story is about. Everything that happens in the story is because of the protagonist. This can be a good or bad thing depending on what the end game of the story is going to be.

Because the story hinges on the protagonist they have to be someone you can remember. And it makes me so mad when the protagonist has twenty other characters from different books that are just like them. Although, I will admit that I'm fearful of writing just as plain and common character that you find in less than interesting stories. But on the plus side, you dear readers will tell me before that ever becomes a habit right? Right. My annoyance on such things is probably higher than it has any right to be, but hopefully, it will encourage me to perform better.

Back to my feelings about other authors protagonists. I also feel frustrated when a secondary character is better than the protagonist. And I don't mean better in that the secondary character has a stronger moral compass, but that they would have been a more interesting protagonist than the one I am reading about.

As you can see I'm  picky when it comes to characters that I have to follow throughout the story. Which I don't think is a bad thing because it's okay to want to enjoy the media you're experiencing. I do have two more rants that I wish to share with you. They will be up later and don't worry I will be uploading more stories to my blog and not just these rants.

So I have Writer's Block.

Hello my dear readers! I have a some semi-bad news. Right now I am suffering from writer's block. Which means that I'm going to have to pause on writing the 'We're Not Zombies!' series for a bit. Fear not, because I'm still going to update my blog with different posts still. With any luck focusing on subjects will cure my writer's block and we can go back to a large number of phobias plaguing small children.

That being said be sure to share this blog on different social medias and talk about it to the people you know. Bye!

Last Time Sky Gazing

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I lay back among the dried red mud and faded green grass. Other bodies are littering the Earth along with mine. Who they are I can't remember. But my body temperature is steadily lowering. I can't bring myself to care. I have become deaf in both my ears. How that happened I don't even remember. I do know it's true because I can only pinpoint what is happening around me through vibrations that come through the ground.

I have no idea how long that's going to last since I'm starting to lose my sense of touch. Too bad my nose still works pretty well. I can smell blood, dirt, and gun smoke which smells as lovely as it sounds. I can only move my mouth a few centimeters, so speaking is out of the question. While I'm thinking about it, my mouth tastes like bad breath and blood. I think I bit my cheek. At least I hope I did.

The only peaceful thing about the chaos going on around me is the sky. It's clear, blue, and vast. It cares not that I no longer have feelings in all four of my limbs. Or who will win this conflict? The sky is just hollow and soulless. It doesn't even shed a tear for those who have fallen beneath it. I can't say I blame it. Who would cry for those that fight a battle that they themselves don't even believe in?

The sky truly is beautiful and cruel. However, it is the only company I have since all those who are around me are a bit busy at the moment. So it's just the sky, my thoughts, and I. At least until my body freezes over. That doesn't seem to be too long from now, I can barely feel my face now. Not that it matters to the sky. It's still cloudless and blue just like it was hours ago. Or I think it was hours ago I can't tell.

I wish white clouds did litter the sky. Then I could look for pictures. Alas, that is not the case. The sky is just a boring blue and thinking is becoming too hard to do. I think it is the end of me. I think I've been a decent person my whole life. I would ask the sky but I doubt the sky will respond. For what it's worth today is a nice day to...  

Teal Shoes for a Plain Jane

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I got new shoes today. They're very different from what I'm used to. All of my shoes, except for these, are plain and dull. Which goes well with my clothing. My shirts are plain, they're just a solid color without any designs. Some are long-sleeved but most are cuffed, although I do own quarter length sleeve shirt. To go along with my basic shirts are different wash jeans. Some are dark wash others are a light wash, but none have holes in them.

It has never seemed like a big deal to get clothes that stand out. Then again I do seem generic with all my simple clothes. Even my undergarments are plain and nude. I don't own a pair of crazy socks either. Every last one of them is black and doesn't show over my dull shoes. The only good thing about that is, finding socks that match is a breeze.

For some reason, I decided that I want something that stands out. It was a Wednesday and I was hanging out with my friends at the mall when I saw these shoes. The bright teal is impossible to miss even among the other vivid color shoes. I couldn't help but buy them that same day. The only problem is that I have yet to put them on.

What will happen when I do? Will I want to leave the mold that I've created for myself? Can I change it? And if I do...who will I be? Maybe I should just throw away these shoes. They have become more trouble than what they're worth. But if I do, I'll most likely get in trouble for wasting money. I can hear my dad now;

"If you're just going to throw away the money you earn from doing chores, then just give me the money back!" her father's words echo in her ears.

What am I going to do? I don't have the confidence to wear these shoes out! Plus faking it till you make it, is only good when you got the guts to back it up. So I guess I'm stuck. I don't want to return these shoes. Because I'll end up looking at them every time I pass the store I bought them in and wish I'd owned them again. I probably wouldn't feel so bad if a genie was bound to them.

But alas, as pretty as these shoes are they're not magical.  For if they were, I would wish to stop being such a plain Jane. Because the moment my wish came true I would have the confidence to wear these teal shoes. I'd stroll out in them and reinvent myself into someone who's not afraid to stand out.

I'll stop being a character in the background and be someone others would notice. Not in a way that most other people want to be noticed. I don't care about popularity. I want to be looked at and not have to remind someone what my name is. I would wish to stop being plain Jane. Too bad genies don't exist.

So here I am stuck on what I should do. I don't yet have the courage to wear these shoes. However, the thought of getting rid of them is out of the question. Maybe, since it is a school break, I can try to get a bit of confidence. It might not be enough to wear these shoes but it's a start. Hopefully, once I do gain the confidence I need, the teal shoes will fit right in with who I am. But for now, I'll set them up as a goal to strive for.

The Woman in the Portrait

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Incased in a gold frame is a portrait of a beautiful woman. Smiling at all who gaze at her. Her dark eyes hold a secret that none of her viewers would wish to know.  Behind her is a sea of pale pink flowers that express the beauty of spring. Her vibrant hair is entangled in the pink flowers that surround her. Smooth skin is slightly darkened by the shadows of the viewer of the painting. But the most stunning part of the painting is the bright red dress she wears.

The layers of her skirts outshine the delicate beauty of the pale pink flowers. The bodice of the dress gives her the waistline that every woman envies. And the heart shape neckline teases the eyes with the top of her cleavage. The image can make those who believe in love at first sight fall for her.

And there is the problem. For such a stunning red dress can not fade. So to keep such a lovely red dress to stay red, blood is needed. The blood for whoever has fallen in love with the women in the painting. She pleads with her dark eyes for her admirer to give her their blood. It won't take much. Just a touch-up on the sleeves of the dress. The folds of her long skirts can use another coat of red.

She smiles so beautifully at the one who offers the red liquid that runs through their veins. Her eyes encourage the admirer to offer more; more than what they are willing to give because they wish to look upon her longer. So the admirer will get the red paint from someone else. That someone being a random child that has wandered too far from their parents. A young man with too much alcohol rushing through his system. Or maybe the young woman who forgot her jacket in another part of the building.

All of them can be used to keep the beautiful dress red. The lady in the painting knows this. She never speaks a word and yet her admirer keeps repainting her dress. Making sure that she will outshine all the other paintings. Any other woman contained in a frame can never be as beautiful as she for she entraps all that fall in love with her eyes. Hiding a secret that admirers will offer large amounts of red paint to learn.

But it is never enough, her vanity can not be satisfied. Maybe she will tell the admirer all the secrets she holds if they gave her all of their red paint? And when they do this final act of love...the woman in the portrait smiles, because now her red dress will not fade for a few more weeks. Once it does she will convince another admirer to fetch her more red paint.

The Human Radio

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In this town of nine living people, a young man lived in the radio station. He stays there listening, waiting for someone’s voice; for proof that others are alive. Even though he isn’t alone anymore he has to keep listening.

Static once consumed him before he found the woman and her son. But that wasn’t enough. He has to make sure that no one is alone like he was. He fears that if he doesn’t listen, then he’ll miss whoever is calling out for help. That person would continue to feel alone and be driven to madness. He won’t let that happen. It almost happened to him until that fateful day. He refuses to let it happen to another.

So the young man’s search goes on. The other eight live comfortable lives as he continues to listen to the radio waves. He waits in the station looking for whoever he can. Hope has been given to him, and his obsession with finding more survivors is ingrained into his very being. The other eight survivors still see him from time to time but all he is concerned about is his radio life.

I Finally Got A Facebook...

I have finally joined Facebook! Which is crazy to me because I've been to lazy to get on it before, but I was told that it would be better to hurry up and join if I want to keep growing my blog audience. My Facebook page is https://www.facebook.com/svnight  so go a head and check it out! Also don't forget to Google+ this blog and share it with others. I will most likely be adding other social media accounts and I'll bug you about following me on them too. But for now that's all. See ya!

Eternal Beauty

Diamonds and roses

Are eternally beautiful.

No matter what year it is, they are timeless.

Be they a gift or a promise

They hold their charm.

There is not a chance for them to leave me,

And I'll feel forever young.

Diamonds and roses

Can never leave me.

Unlike love, their worth is constant.

Being beautiful is their meaning.

Even if the rose's petals fall off,

And the diamond doesn't sparkle brightly,

Their beauty is still priceless.

Even damage to their dignity is forever intact.

Diamonds and roses

Will forever be beautiful.

I know that they cannot leave me.

So, when I wither and die,

My youth and beauty will be reflected in them,

So, I too will be eternally beautiful.

My spirit will forever have dignity.

Diamonds and roses

Eternal beauty is what a woman strives for.
For in this world it is only
Diamonds and roses that are eternally beautiful.

Radios Are Still Useful!

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After the apocalypse, only radio waves worked. Cell towers were torn down.  Life of any kind was scattered across the land. Any hope of finding another living person was left up to you. But only if you're able to find a radio. And radio is only good if someone talks through it.

That was the only way to know if anyone else was alive. So, in a lonely-looking radio station, a young man called out.  At first, no one answered. Days passed until someone finally answered his call. Having to work the different frequencies, he managed to lead that person to him. It was a woman and her son. The young man told her that most of the town was in good condition to live in.

She asked, “What about you?”

He smiles and says, “I have to work the radio and lead other people to somewhere safe. But if you remember that I’m here in this place, then I shall be fine.” He smiles and waves good-bye.

He must find more people who are alive and lead them to somewhere safe again.

The young man turns to a new frequency and he hears another man’s voice. 

“Hello, Hello! Someone, please answer me! Please tell me that I’m not going to die alone…”  a panicked young voice says. 

“I hear you.” 

“Thank God! How do I get to you?” 

“Don’t worry I have a map and can lead you to where I am, but only if you have a way for me to know where you are.” 

“I’m in a town full of ruins but I’m sure there is something here.” 

“That’s good but I need you to do one more thing.” 

“That is?” 

“See if you can find others. If you can’t, don’t worry about it. I’ll lead you to the place where I am. If you find others, bring them with you. The place I’m at is safe for all of us.” 

“Okay, I’ll look, promise you won’t go?” 

“I promise just remember to tune into this frequency.”  

“What type of place is it?”

“Well, the town has standing buildings, several different stores. A place that looks like an office building next to a rundown school, and across the street a library that God seemed to like since it’s still intact…” 

“What else?”

 “A mother and her son are in one of the houses that are still functioning.” 

“It sounds like a nice place to live…” 

“Did you find anyone else?” 

“Yeah, I found six more people and we’re coming your way.”

 “See you soon.” the young man said leading the next group of people to him.

Radio Lives

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The world had ended. All that was left is the broken remains of a corrupted civilization. Those who are still alive can only hope to reconnect with others by radio. A nameless man calls out to others through a radio station. Leading them to a place that's not paradise but somewhere that can be called home. And slowly they rebuild what was left of the world.

A Quick New Miniseries

So I'm breaking up We're Not Zombies and putting in another short miniseries to give me time to update the next chapter. This short story is one that I have already finish so it will be up shortly. Because I don't know how long We're Not Zombies is going to run, I'll be putting up other miniseries and writing prompts in order to break the series up. That's all for now any make sure you Google+ this blog and share it with anyone who you think will be interested in this blog. Bye!

The Sky That Day

Andy couldn’t think. The storm came out of nowhere. It was just a mild rainfall at first. There was nothing to worry about. He should have been okay. Stevie should have been safe playing in Uncle Joe’s shed. After Stevie was born Uncle Joe fixed his shed to become a playhouse for Stevie. It was a safe place; until the storm came. And just like that the shed and Stevie were broken. He was only six, too young to die yet. But when the ambulance got there, nothing could be done. Stevie died from shock. All that Uncle Joe could do is crumble from grief.

But Andy thinks about the sky. Early morning it was a hopeful blue. Clear of any clouds that would lead to the storm that happened later this day. Late morning was dreamy. For the clouds in the sky danced to form silly pictures. But it was the afternoon sky that made Andy feel uneasy. Dark clouds devoured the pretty blue sky, leaving only the hollow gray of the clouds behind.

A storm was in full force in a matter of seconds. But when it was finally over Stevie and the shed where broken. All that Andy wanted was for the sky to be that hopeful blue like it was this morning. For the evening sky is an empty, dark, and starless sky. That leaves him hopeless and will give him nightmares for weeks.